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Powerful work, Victor. The imagery alone is fantastic, but coupled with the growing sense of dread and impending death, and the existential question which reveals both the eternal obsolescence of geographic identity and the cruel farce of war - "who am I?" - takes this to another level.

Bravo.

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Thank you Greg. I appreciate your thoughts. As I mentioned on your story, it seems like we both found common ground in the theme this month. Great!

For those who wander by, you can read Greg's story here:

https://greglemon.substack.com/p/the-passport

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In a world riven by madness, it is reassuring to find stories that expose the hypocrisy and self-righteousness of the architects of hysteria. It reminds us that there is light amongst the dark shadows, and that light is there for us if we choose to embrace it. I am embracing it with your help. Thank you for that.

And congratulations on the one year anniversary! It has been a pleasure to experience your imagination. ¡Felicidades y disfruta del pastel!

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Thanks a lot, Mike. I appreciate your reading, your insightful comment, and of course, your support. My imagination gets a little whacky at times, but I'm glad you're enjoying it. And, yes indeed, I'll enjoy the cake, yum...

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"We are not our own masters, they said. We serve wiser guides."

Compelling and thought provoking writing, Victor. I have come to expect nothing less from you. Congratulations on one year of helping to make Substack a place for fine writing.

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Yea! 1 year, thanks Jim. I appreciate your support and encouragement. It's been a ride and has exposed me to many fine articles and stories, those by you and others. Thanks for reading and for your comment, friend.

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Maravillosa y reflexiva historia. Gracias Victor. Felicidades!! Aquí tu🎂 👏👏

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Gracias Mónica por el pastel (o tarta?) virtual y en persona, tambíen. Me da gusto que te disfrutaste el cuento. Ahorita, voy a tomar un café con mi pan dulce.

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"He stood with his throat full of birds..." "It started with a father who brought the razor strap down where his spine shimmered bone..." "For weeks the ships slow glided over gray seas." "Every young man turned every young head with every young face to the east where their destiny sat surrounded by tombstones. The day of their days stood upon them." Beautiful, Victor. I send the cake of admiration to you. Congratulations on a year of very fine writing.

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Allright! A cake, yes. Thanks Sharron. I shall savor it. And I'm glad you enjoyed the piece. Many thanks for reading, commenting, and for your support. It's been a great experience here these last 12 months. All the best!

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"But the question rose as Icarus toward the furnace of the sun and melted." - Don't question, just do as the elders say. Another fine one, Victor!

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Hi James. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Many thanks for reading, commenting, and for your support. Much appreciated, friend!

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You write so lyrically - as if you are the ancient sage or witchdoctor on the edge of the community with a warm, life-giving fire always at hand and a tale woven from your tongue.

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That's a beautiful compliment Trilety, thank you very much. I appreciate your reading, commenting, and support and look forward to more of your writing, which give me inspiration. All the best!

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I'm just trying to write a piece for Dog Throat currently!

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Plenty of time yet!

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Thanks Mitchell, and I hope all is well at your end. When I started, I said to myself that I'd give it a year and see how it goes. And it's been great. Many thanks for your support!

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